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Indulge in chaos with an appetite of tremendous conviction. Hastily retrace your preamble that drapes the window pane like the silhouette of a cynic, Divulge the albatross of plight to escape eviction And lay waste the shambles that shape a widow’ s pain beset by a mimic. An insipid eye for uninspired lies, She forged herself an eponymous name, Like holding a vigil for a pessimist when in Retrospect the glass is half full. An under-dog recounts our demise, Misfortune subsides having only the ***** to blame, Lack of abuse is an act of kindness, As Jan-Erik Olsson has no sympathy for the devil. _TRF
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Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
“Love Is That Which Lacks the Object It Seeks”
Indulge in chaos with an appetite of tremendous conviction. Hastily retrace your preamble that drapes the window pane like the silhouette of a cynic, Divulge the albatross of plight to escape eviction And lay waste the shambles that shape a widow’ s pain beset by a mimic. An insipid eye for uninspired lies, She forged herself an eponymous name, Like holding a vigil for a pessimist when in Retrospect the glass is half full. An under-dog recounts our demise, Misfortune subsides having only the ***** to blame, Lack of abuse is an act of kindness, As Jan-Erik Olsson has no sympathy for the devil. _TRF
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Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
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